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All the blossoms have been paid forPettled with bloodBack over their moulded wallsWith spiteful flamesI can't hear the voiceI can't see the formThe wallpaper peelingLet the walls downAnd the bone answersEternityTo my questionWhen?What time is it?What place is this?Which conjunction is this?All this wasteWhere the clocks tick awayAll aroundWhat hour is this in the middle of the night?The cats cry in the streetThe car sweeps by with a murdered childThe car sweeps by with a violated girlThe car sweeps by with its trunk full of deathDo you believe in God?Do you believe in Christ?What monsters we've becomeThis flight from ease will finally kill us allAnd all we need is somethingLet us lie and sleep and dreamOther dreamsBrighter dreamsBetter dreamsPlease

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